A Midsummer Night's Dream
the basics...
name ;; A Midsummer Night's Dream "Passion" breed ;; Khimaira Friesian - Frost Horn gender ;; Stallion height ;; 17hh age ;; 6 years color ;; Buttermilk buckskin tovero with paint fire and paint claw markings genes ;; Ee/Aa/Crcr/Prlprl/TOkit/Oo/Pfpf/Clcl digging deeper... discipline ;; Dressage events ;; Dressage personality ;; n/a background ;; n/a relations... sire ;; Foundation dam ;; Foundation mate ;; Mocha offspring ;; |
breeding status...
public stud ;; open! other... adoption page ;; #Khimaira Friesian #66 - Frost Horn - Custom design by ;; ABeardedDragon date of adoption ;; 05/321/2017 adopted through ;; Custom extras... art ;; n/a |
The Secret Garden
Written by DauntlessDivergentC/Rebelle and Isabella45
Passion was out grazing in the fields. His creamy coat almost appeared white thanks to the glowing sun. The grass here tasted wonderful and he did not know why. The mighty frost horn lifted his head and was met with a familiar gaze. One of which he had not seen in a long time. The chocolate brown fog seemed to float on air. The stallion dipped his head in a quiet greeting before turning back to eat.
Mocha looked away from the stallion abruptly, not sure if she was imagining the awkwardness that had existed between them ever since . . . the incident.
She took an absent bite of grass. Though the sun beat down on her back, she barely felt it.
In time her gaze went sideways, this time coming to rest on a stallion that was the most remarkable shade of pink. She felt the familiar tightness in her chest and looked in the other direction, only to find herself staring at Passion again.
With a frustrated sigh she trotted toward the trees, looking for a quiet place to clear her mind.
Passion glanced up and rolled his eyes as Mocha galloped away into the trees. She was always running away from him and especially now since their previous arrangement. Why did she run from him? Was he intimidating or did she just simply hate him? The frost horn thought this would be the best time for him to run after her and see what her problem was with him and why she hated him so.
Mocha stopped beneath the trees and took a deep breath.
She had always wanted just one stallion to love her, but for some reason her feelings seemed unrequited. Then there was Passion . . . He was attractive enough, sure, but their unfulfilled dare kind of embarrassed her, not to mention that she had no business liking him when she had already decided who her perfect match was.
She stood quietly, pondering these things, her gaze fixed on the trees.
Passion trotted up behind the mare ans sighed. "Alright, you!" he pawed the earth, "You can't keep running away from me forever. You will have to face me eventually...after all...we do have a dare to honor." The frost horn stallion looked back toward the small group of horses they had left behind. Passion was never really interested in mares. He didn't want a mate and preferred his bachelor life.
"Who said I was running away from you in particular?" She demanded, looking both shocked and irritated.
"You never said you weren't running away from me, not to mention that the second you glanced towards me you took off in the direction of trees and continued to avoid me after our dare. What else am I to think?!" Passion half-reared and pawed the ground harder.
"You never asked," she muttered. "I just needed some space," she said. Though she didn't look in his direction, and image of her would-be date popped into her head, and so did an idea.
"If you really want to get our dare over with then fine!"
"I would like to get our date over with, but only if you have a good attitude about it. No sense in going on a date with an unhappy companion." Passion calmed himself and spoke a bit more gently, "You let me know when you want to go on that date and where to meet you and I will show up." the stallion took this time to turn away from the mare and give her some peace and quiet.
Mocha relaxed somewhat. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, and maybe the stallion she wanted to go out with would finally ask if he thought someone else was interested . . .
Feeling relieved she went back to the field, closing her eyes slightly as a breeze lifted her mane around her face.
Passion returned to his patch of grass and continued his grazing. Once he was all full from eating he found a small spot under a pine tree and next to a small spring. The area was cool and felt good on his warm skin. He laid there for a time before drifting off into a mid-day nap.
Mocha began to think about where they should go. The pasture, the waterfall, the lake . . . Maybe the woods. Then she began to chide herself for overthinking a date that didn't even mean anything to either party.
She finally decided on the lake, then looked around her to see if Passion was still around.
The buttermilk buckskin paint was softly snoring under his pine tree. He was dreaming of chasing a pretty mare around and trying to claim her as his mate, however, every time he got close to her she would dissipate. Passion never once got a close enough look to see who the mystery mare was. Why was he trying to make her his mate when he wanted to stay a bachelor; single and detached?
Eventually Mocha found him, and she had to stop her giggles from spilling out when she heard him snoring. She decided she would wait around a while, rather than wake him, and settled down a decent distance away.
Passion snorted awake and gazed dizzily toward Mocha. For a brief moment he thought he was back in his dream for the mare looked very similar to the one in his dream. "H-hey!" he tried called out to her.
Mocha looked up, looking confused. "I am sorry, am I bothering you?"
No...did you need something? Passion asked with a small yawn.
"I just wanted to say that if you want to meet me, say, tomorrow, at the lake that would be fine for a . . . date."
Passion gave the mare a small nod and laid back down. Within a few seconds he was snoring again.
Mocha stood there for a minute, then smiled slightly. Once she realized she was smiling she abruptly shook her head. What am I thinking? It is not cute that he snores!
The next day Passion was busy in the woods rubbing himself against every tree and patch on the ground. He was trying to work up a pine forest scent. Once he had accomplished this he shook his coat out and then washed the remaining dirt out by a small trickle. The buttermilk stallion sniffed his coat just to double check that he truly did smell amazing and of course he did. He used the pine needles to help brush through his coat and soften it. The stallion sighed there was no way to avoid this. He trotted with a purpose toward the lake and picked a spot where the moon shone just right. "Now to wait for the lady..." he muttered to himself.
It was truly a red letter day when Mocha was almost on time. Usually she was running very late, but she managed to make it to her date only five minutes late. As usual a cinnamon scent lingered in the air around her, but she had put a flower in her mane, even if it was just a fake date.
Why am I so nervous?
She shifted from side to side, feeling oddly nervous to confront her date.
Passion sighed softly and glanced up at the white orb looming above. Where was she? The buttermilk stallion decided that he would give her another few minutes before he walked away. No sense in staying if she was never going to show up.
Gathering her courage she walked out along the lake side toward him, stopping about three hoofsteps away. "Sorry I am late, I am usually late for everything," she said, feeling the need to speak and break the silence.
Passion reined in his disappointment and just smiled. The least he could do was act happy to see this mare. "You made it, that's all that matters." he mumbled softly to her. Passion's ears perked up for a split second before adding on, "Oh! I almost forgot..." he pulled out a small group of lilacs and presented them to her on a stone. "These are for you...I apologize if they aren't your favorite...I just thought they would look pretty in your luscious mane." The stallion looked away in slight shyness and shame
"They are fine, beautiful actually. No on has ever given me flowers before." She blushed at the unintended admission.
Passion gave her a sad and shocked expression. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he had no words. The stallion just snorted and looked over the lake. If that was the case then he was going to give her a whole meadow of flowers. "Come with me." the stallion muttered before stepping into the lake and swimming out toward a waterfall.
Looking curious she followed him.
Passion swam through and under the waterfall. He pulled himself onto a bank that was under the waterfall and through a tunnel. The tunnel soon opened itself to a private meadow. The meadow was full of grasses and many different flowers including lilacs, roses, daisies, and even lilies. Passion stopped and turned around to see if Mocha had followed him to his secret garden.
"Wow, this is beautiful," she said breathlessly, her dark eyes lightening in color.
"This is my favorite place to go when I want to be alone." Passion replied gently. "I never wanted a mate, but if I ever do get one, I had hoped to share this privately with her and our foals. You can have it if you want." The frost horn walked a little ways ahead and called back to her, "Why don't you have a look around and investigate this place?!"
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Why don't you have a look around?" Passion asked gently.
Mocha nodded, moving along and looking at the different flowers and plants. She saw a light colored lily and stopped to smell it, her eyes half closed.
Passion stayed back and just watched as she wondered around the secret garden. She did look pretty in the lighting while sniffing a lily. The stallion sighed and looked down at his hooves. It was too bad she was in love with a different stallion...the very stallion that dared them to go on this date. Besides...he didn't want a mate...right?
Mocha looked at the different flowers, hardly able to believe such a wonderful place existed, or that Passion had shared it with her and been so . . . perfect. She felt almost guilty now for being so reluctant to go on the date. Even if he didn't like her, he was being very nice. She was almost ashamed to admit that no one had ever paid her this much attention before, in serious or jest, and she rather liked it.
Passion thought that now would be the time to leave. She might want some space and he needed to clear his head. The buttermilk stallion made his way out of the meadow and swam back to where they started.
Mocha didn't notice his absence at first, she was so busy exploring and thinking. When she did she swam back across the water, shaking the wet ends of her mane once she reached shore.
"I hope you enjoyed your evening as much as I did. I best be off now." Passion nickered when she finished shaking the water off.
"Actually, I did enjoy myself. Thank you." She sounded almost shy now.
"Then I am glad." the buttermilk stallion replied gently before turning away and trotting to his favorite sleeping spot. The stallion laid down on the ground under his tree and drifted off to sleep.
Mocha retreated to her favorite spot, but sleep was a long time in coming and her dreams left her confused the next morning.
The next day Passion was grazing in the field again. He was a bit hungry and wanted to eat some breakfast before he traveled to a new grazing spot. The stallion thought that moving around might do him some good. He liked visiting new places and meeting new horses.
Mocha decided to take a morning walk to clear her head, moving to the field adjacent her usual field.
As Passion was walking to a new field, he noticed Mocha seemed to be walking in the same general direction as him. The stallion sighed and decided to go more toward the west and tried his best to avoid eye contact.
Mocha noticed Passion, and that he seemed to be avoiding her. She felt oddly disappointed and frustrated by this. At first she was going to avoid him as well, then she shook her head and deliberately walked in the same direction.
Passion paused and glanced over at the frustrated mare. "You look perturbed." he mused.
"Well, I am. Just yesterday you said I shouldn't avoid you, and now you are obviously avoiding me!"
"I thought you wanted space..." Passion said lowering his head.
"Well, sort of. But now that our date is over things can be kind of normal again," she said, inwardly wondering if what she said was really true.
"Well, normal for you is avoiding me and trying to win the heart of our friend. Normal is you wanting to be alone and me wanting to stay a bachelor." Passion stepped closer towards her and gently brushed his muzzle against her shoulder. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he, himself, wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. A part of him wanted to stay single, but the other part of him wanted to dote upon Mocha for the rest of their life.
"of course! I mean, I think so, or I thought so . . " She got a serious look on her face, her eyes narrowed slightly in concentration.
"Well...in that case, I'll see you around." Passion walked away and sighed. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he what he saw wasn't there.
Mocha stood quietly for a moment, her thoughts racing nearly as fast as her heart. "Wait!" She followed him, coming to a stop in front of him. "I don't want things to be like that again," Her expression left little doubt of her sincerity.
Passion was both surprised and utterly happy. The big stallion gently rubbed his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear."
"You. . . You are?"
"Of course! You silly goose!" Passion replied laughing.
She ducked her head shyly. "So, are we . . .friends now?"
"Friends that date?" the stallion asked.
Mocha's ears pricked and she looked up. "Date? You want to go on another date?"
"All I wanna do now is date you..." Passion whispered shyly.
"I think that I can agree to that plan." She said softly.
Mocha looked away from the stallion abruptly, not sure if she was imagining the awkwardness that had existed between them ever since . . . the incident.
She took an absent bite of grass. Though the sun beat down on her back, she barely felt it.
In time her gaze went sideways, this time coming to rest on a stallion that was the most remarkable shade of pink. She felt the familiar tightness in her chest and looked in the other direction, only to find herself staring at Passion again.
With a frustrated sigh she trotted toward the trees, looking for a quiet place to clear her mind.
Passion glanced up and rolled his eyes as Mocha galloped away into the trees. She was always running away from him and especially now since their previous arrangement. Why did she run from him? Was he intimidating or did she just simply hate him? The frost horn thought this would be the best time for him to run after her and see what her problem was with him and why she hated him so.
Mocha stopped beneath the trees and took a deep breath.
She had always wanted just one stallion to love her, but for some reason her feelings seemed unrequited. Then there was Passion . . . He was attractive enough, sure, but their unfulfilled dare kind of embarrassed her, not to mention that she had no business liking him when she had already decided who her perfect match was.
She stood quietly, pondering these things, her gaze fixed on the trees.
Passion trotted up behind the mare ans sighed. "Alright, you!" he pawed the earth, "You can't keep running away from me forever. You will have to face me eventually...after all...we do have a dare to honor." The frost horn stallion looked back toward the small group of horses they had left behind. Passion was never really interested in mares. He didn't want a mate and preferred his bachelor life.
"Who said I was running away from you in particular?" She demanded, looking both shocked and irritated.
"You never said you weren't running away from me, not to mention that the second you glanced towards me you took off in the direction of trees and continued to avoid me after our dare. What else am I to think?!" Passion half-reared and pawed the ground harder.
"You never asked," she muttered. "I just needed some space," she said. Though she didn't look in his direction, and image of her would-be date popped into her head, and so did an idea.
"If you really want to get our dare over with then fine!"
"I would like to get our date over with, but only if you have a good attitude about it. No sense in going on a date with an unhappy companion." Passion calmed himself and spoke a bit more gently, "You let me know when you want to go on that date and where to meet you and I will show up." the stallion took this time to turn away from the mare and give her some peace and quiet.
Mocha relaxed somewhat. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, and maybe the stallion she wanted to go out with would finally ask if he thought someone else was interested . . .
Feeling relieved she went back to the field, closing her eyes slightly as a breeze lifted her mane around her face.
Passion returned to his patch of grass and continued his grazing. Once he was all full from eating he found a small spot under a pine tree and next to a small spring. The area was cool and felt good on his warm skin. He laid there for a time before drifting off into a mid-day nap.
Mocha began to think about where they should go. The pasture, the waterfall, the lake . . . Maybe the woods. Then she began to chide herself for overthinking a date that didn't even mean anything to either party.
She finally decided on the lake, then looked around her to see if Passion was still around.
The buttermilk buckskin paint was softly snoring under his pine tree. He was dreaming of chasing a pretty mare around and trying to claim her as his mate, however, every time he got close to her she would dissipate. Passion never once got a close enough look to see who the mystery mare was. Why was he trying to make her his mate when he wanted to stay a bachelor; single and detached?
Eventually Mocha found him, and she had to stop her giggles from spilling out when she heard him snoring. She decided she would wait around a while, rather than wake him, and settled down a decent distance away.
Passion snorted awake and gazed dizzily toward Mocha. For a brief moment he thought he was back in his dream for the mare looked very similar to the one in his dream. "H-hey!" he tried called out to her.
Mocha looked up, looking confused. "I am sorry, am I bothering you?"
No...did you need something? Passion asked with a small yawn.
"I just wanted to say that if you want to meet me, say, tomorrow, at the lake that would be fine for a . . . date."
Passion gave the mare a small nod and laid back down. Within a few seconds he was snoring again.
Mocha stood there for a minute, then smiled slightly. Once she realized she was smiling she abruptly shook her head. What am I thinking? It is not cute that he snores!
The next day Passion was busy in the woods rubbing himself against every tree and patch on the ground. He was trying to work up a pine forest scent. Once he had accomplished this he shook his coat out and then washed the remaining dirt out by a small trickle. The buttermilk stallion sniffed his coat just to double check that he truly did smell amazing and of course he did. He used the pine needles to help brush through his coat and soften it. The stallion sighed there was no way to avoid this. He trotted with a purpose toward the lake and picked a spot where the moon shone just right. "Now to wait for the lady..." he muttered to himself.
It was truly a red letter day when Mocha was almost on time. Usually she was running very late, but she managed to make it to her date only five minutes late. As usual a cinnamon scent lingered in the air around her, but she had put a flower in her mane, even if it was just a fake date.
Why am I so nervous?
She shifted from side to side, feeling oddly nervous to confront her date.
Passion sighed softly and glanced up at the white orb looming above. Where was she? The buttermilk stallion decided that he would give her another few minutes before he walked away. No sense in staying if she was never going to show up.
Gathering her courage she walked out along the lake side toward him, stopping about three hoofsteps away. "Sorry I am late, I am usually late for everything," she said, feeling the need to speak and break the silence.
Passion reined in his disappointment and just smiled. The least he could do was act happy to see this mare. "You made it, that's all that matters." he mumbled softly to her. Passion's ears perked up for a split second before adding on, "Oh! I almost forgot..." he pulled out a small group of lilacs and presented them to her on a stone. "These are for you...I apologize if they aren't your favorite...I just thought they would look pretty in your luscious mane." The stallion looked away in slight shyness and shame
"They are fine, beautiful actually. No on has ever given me flowers before." She blushed at the unintended admission.
Passion gave her a sad and shocked expression. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he had no words. The stallion just snorted and looked over the lake. If that was the case then he was going to give her a whole meadow of flowers. "Come with me." the stallion muttered before stepping into the lake and swimming out toward a waterfall.
Looking curious she followed him.
Passion swam through and under the waterfall. He pulled himself onto a bank that was under the waterfall and through a tunnel. The tunnel soon opened itself to a private meadow. The meadow was full of grasses and many different flowers including lilacs, roses, daisies, and even lilies. Passion stopped and turned around to see if Mocha had followed him to his secret garden.
"Wow, this is beautiful," she said breathlessly, her dark eyes lightening in color.
"This is my favorite place to go when I want to be alone." Passion replied gently. "I never wanted a mate, but if I ever do get one, I had hoped to share this privately with her and our foals. You can have it if you want." The frost horn walked a little ways ahead and called back to her, "Why don't you have a look around and investigate this place?!"
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Why don't you have a look around?" Passion asked gently.
Mocha nodded, moving along and looking at the different flowers and plants. She saw a light colored lily and stopped to smell it, her eyes half closed.
Passion stayed back and just watched as she wondered around the secret garden. She did look pretty in the lighting while sniffing a lily. The stallion sighed and looked down at his hooves. It was too bad she was in love with a different stallion...the very stallion that dared them to go on this date. Besides...he didn't want a mate...right?
Mocha looked at the different flowers, hardly able to believe such a wonderful place existed, or that Passion had shared it with her and been so . . . perfect. She felt almost guilty now for being so reluctant to go on the date. Even if he didn't like her, he was being very nice. She was almost ashamed to admit that no one had ever paid her this much attention before, in serious or jest, and she rather liked it.
Passion thought that now would be the time to leave. She might want some space and he needed to clear his head. The buttermilk stallion made his way out of the meadow and swam back to where they started.
Mocha didn't notice his absence at first, she was so busy exploring and thinking. When she did she swam back across the water, shaking the wet ends of her mane once she reached shore.
"I hope you enjoyed your evening as much as I did. I best be off now." Passion nickered when she finished shaking the water off.
"Actually, I did enjoy myself. Thank you." She sounded almost shy now.
"Then I am glad." the buttermilk stallion replied gently before turning away and trotting to his favorite sleeping spot. The stallion laid down on the ground under his tree and drifted off to sleep.
Mocha retreated to her favorite spot, but sleep was a long time in coming and her dreams left her confused the next morning.
The next day Passion was grazing in the field again. He was a bit hungry and wanted to eat some breakfast before he traveled to a new grazing spot. The stallion thought that moving around might do him some good. He liked visiting new places and meeting new horses.
Mocha decided to take a morning walk to clear her head, moving to the field adjacent her usual field.
As Passion was walking to a new field, he noticed Mocha seemed to be walking in the same general direction as him. The stallion sighed and decided to go more toward the west and tried his best to avoid eye contact.
Mocha noticed Passion, and that he seemed to be avoiding her. She felt oddly disappointed and frustrated by this. At first she was going to avoid him as well, then she shook her head and deliberately walked in the same direction.
Passion paused and glanced over at the frustrated mare. "You look perturbed." he mused.
"Well, I am. Just yesterday you said I shouldn't avoid you, and now you are obviously avoiding me!"
"I thought you wanted space..." Passion said lowering his head.
"Well, sort of. But now that our date is over things can be kind of normal again," she said, inwardly wondering if what she said was really true.
"Well, normal for you is avoiding me and trying to win the heart of our friend. Normal is you wanting to be alone and me wanting to stay a bachelor." Passion stepped closer towards her and gently brushed his muzzle against her shoulder. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he, himself, wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. A part of him wanted to stay single, but the other part of him wanted to dote upon Mocha for the rest of their life.
"of course! I mean, I think so, or I thought so . . " She got a serious look on her face, her eyes narrowed slightly in concentration.
"Well...in that case, I'll see you around." Passion walked away and sighed. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he what he saw wasn't there.
Mocha stood quietly for a moment, her thoughts racing nearly as fast as her heart. "Wait!" She followed him, coming to a stop in front of him. "I don't want things to be like that again," Her expression left little doubt of her sincerity.
Passion was both surprised and utterly happy. The big stallion gently rubbed his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how happy that makes me to hear."
"You. . . You are?"
"Of course! You silly goose!" Passion replied laughing.
She ducked her head shyly. "So, are we . . .friends now?"
"Friends that date?" the stallion asked.
Mocha's ears pricked and she looked up. "Date? You want to go on another date?"
"All I wanna do now is date you..." Passion whispered shyly.
"I think that I can agree to that plan." She said softly.